fatherless

The innocent and the fatherless, the stranger and the wanderer.

eternal curse in the midst of thieves, wolves, and unrelenting vitriol from those who are quick to throw into the fire, slow to approach one forthcomingly, love or help; if at all.

A poor man made to play the part of Julius as all the envious and spiteful stick their jabs and daggers as I tried to make a right decision. All the wealthy and well amongst that which I sought to also be able to one day experience. Life with a likeness of peace, fulfillment, and joy if it could be reach outside the influence of the shameless, pridefully shrouding those like me standing over me to murder, as I was trying to look at a flower or a tree or the sky, and with duress telling me my thoughts are foul and I am a disgusting thing below them when they kept on attempting to get me to think of a vile wrong doing; and transgression of the worst kind that I might fall into temptation and glee to see that they have placed a snare for the unsuspecting, the ignorant, the young, the inexperienced, the still innocent in a world that they had managed to this end.
To make guilty and kill. To spoil, pillage the worth of all who come in. As though life and the world God created was a casino.